.So she turned to the side. Burying her face in the pillow.

"What's wrong?" I said, worried, she had her face in the pillow, her hands on her hair, her legs trembling. I could feel she was crying, her body reacting even more with every sob.

She just kept crying in the pillow, without looking at me, without explaining.

"You can tell me, you can tell me what's wrong. Did I do something…?" I continued

"STOP" She answered, the same she had said to me before. The same word she had stopped the kiss with. Hannah Baker, telling me to stop talking, crying in the pillow, losing herself, losing hope. "LEAVE" She said "Just leave"

"Come on, Hannah. I know something's happening to you. I know its hard to live with gossip and reputations and…" I tried to comfort her. It was devastating, seeing he like that, not understanding what was wrong, not understanding how she could change from enjoying a kiss to be crying in a pillow so quickly.

And then she screamed, she screamed loud and hurtfully. She screamed into the pillow.

I didn't know if I had to leave or not. She was asking me to, but it didn't feel right. I couldn't leave, I couldn't leave her alone, I knew she needed me, and I wasn't going to leave her alone. God knew a lot of people had done that already.

But I didn't know what to say to her. We had connected so well that night, we had talked about ourselves, what we cared about, who we were, and we had laughed, she was hilarious. And now she was with her head buried in the pillow, crying her eyes out.

"LEAVE!" She shouted again

"No." I answered, my heart really quickly, hoping and praying for me to be doing the right thing at staying.

There was a silence before she talked again.

"Just leave me alone" So I got near. I moved to her side of the bed. I couldn't see her face, but I could feel her pain. I guessed she felt me getting near, because she said "What are you doing? Just leave, you dont want to be here. I swear you don't"

"Yes I do. I want to be wherever you are" and she was going to answer, I guess, but she didn't have time, because the door was opened.

I turned my head towards the door and she stayed hiding her face. Justin Foley, he was the one who opened the door. Justin Foley, a senior, a football player, a winner, the last person I would have wanted to see.

"ohhh, come here guys, Hannah's here with a man…"He yelled looking back and obviously talking to the mass of people behind him, which quickly moved to the door. A lot of faces appeared, curious, laughing at us. They had probably expected something sexier than two guys lying on a bed. But it wasn't little either, Hannah Baker, the school's slut in a party, inside a room, with a guy. An unknown by the school guy, a nerd, me.

Hannah moved her head up a little so that I I, but not the rest, could see her face.

"im so sorry" she whispered and then buried her face in the pillow again.